Slechts Groot : Part 3

As he was asking Jaimie, she watched his penis start to harden. If Jaimie had not done the 10 PM show over at Aardbei, and Arman, both repeatedly, she would have been a very frightened girl. She was concerned, though, that the evening might get out of control, even Kala's control.

"Roger, let me show her around some more. There are many places and activities that she has not seen. Remember me asking you to be nice? Let's give her a little space tonight. Please let me finish her tour."

"Oh, alright." And he headed back to the door. As he opened it, he looked back as a man who was not giving up. Rather he looked like a man on a quest. And what concerned Kala was that she was sure that he was going to tell all the men who had worked on or planned to work on Anna tonight. As a subset of intense concern were the men 'who planned to work on Anna', meaning they had not yet. Those men had all their drive, as well as all their cum, to target at someone. Now they might not use it all on Anna.

When Roger disappeared through the door, Kala hurried Jaimie straight out the wooden doors of Slechts Groot and over to Aardbei.

"Jaimie, we can finish the tour on another day. That was a pretty hardcore group, and I think it would be better if you were over here tonight."

Jaimie motioned for Kala to sit in a booth that was around the corner from and could not be seen from the glass entry. When Kala sat down, Jaimie questioned her about what the men expected over at Slechts Groot. What kinds of things did they did to the girls over there. Whether they get off on sadism and torture over there. If the girls were hit so hard and of such duration that they could burst, prolapse or suffer some other major injury.

One characteristic that she shared with Kees, was that, when cornered, she would always tell the truth. It was time to detail a list of the services given at Slechts Groot.

"Kees told me that he told you and your husband the most basic description. Probably something like Slechts Groot being set up as a very private club for men with large penises and large bank accounts. The size thing was just to provide an extra kink, an extra reason to feel special, to feel superior. You would be surprised how many men, all around the world, both wanted, and were qualified for such a club. He told you the part about 'fucking without restraint'?" Jaimie nodded. "Well, you must take that literally. No restraint. Here's something that I bet he did not tell you. Each member pays Kees an annual fee of what would be 50,000 US dollars, plus an additional 5000 dollars each month. So, the members believe that they have bought and physically qualify for using their penises anyway that they want with Kees girls. But after they say that they want to work on a particular girl, they must agree to tip the girl lavishly. That is no problem for these men.

You ask about torture. If you mean the machines, whips and standard devices that are used for sadistic play, then, that is something that the club girl does not have to do. She can volunteer and arrange a fee far beyond the standard tip. But the men can use their penises anytime, anywhere and in anyway that they want. It goes back to the original qualifications, a sort of 'if they've got it, they get to use it'. Many of the men do work off their frustrations on the girl. Some really want to see if their penis can hurt the girl. Take Roger, who you just met. He is from the USA like you are. He was in the Kinsey laboratory studies, as a 'what happens to a normal vagina when fucked by an overly large man'. He had films of him from the outside. They had infra red scans, showing him inside the female volunteer. But, with the volunteers that they obtained, and with the directives from the top, he was never allowed to sink it in the woman. And even any girlfriend in the USA that he might be legally responsible for, could not be completely fucked. That's an example of the restraint that Kees says is gone at Slechts Groot. If a member like Roger chooses a new girl, she can be sure that she will ripped up after a while."

"What? That always happens?"

"It happens if the girl is fresh and has a small vagina. I have seen some pretty shocking fucks given to such girls. Roger was a part of one of the most shocking. ,The damage does not happen as often or as severe with someone who is properly prepared. I know of your show over here, and of your meetings with Arman. You, my dear, are an example of being prepared. As to what happens long term to girls that are prepared? They, of course, have vaginas and asses that are unusually large. I suppose it has a lot in common with fisting. As to prolapse and similar conditions, later in life, it seems to have to do with how long the woman works here. For instance, Anna does not yet have such a condition. She probably will, if she continues working."

"Well, why in the world would she continue?"

"Honey, you have not asked about money. With Kees portion, and the tips, Anna will earn over 5600 dollars tonight. Those men, at least, realize that she is allowing them to something to her that no other woman will allow. That brings up another reason for most of the girls who allow such fucking. For most, the thrill of the danger is right up there with the money. With that money? If she has been careful, the girl could leave the club someday, and pay for excellent no scar (through the vagina) surgery. That would give support back to her bladder, her vagina even gain some tightness, if she wanted. And she should still have hundreds of thousands of dollars, again only if she planned ahead."

"Do most girls do such planning ahead?"

"No. Hardly any do."

Jaimie was thinking that having so much money and not planning ahead was ridiculous. Those girls must be using the money somewhere. But, even considering the possibility of drug addiction in Amsterdam, which was quite cheap when compared to the income, where the money went was still a mystery to Jaimie. Then, even though Jaimie had just seen Anna, heard the report by Kala, and had her own experience, she considered the thrill aspect that Kala mentioned. Jaimie thought about a woman who would set up her ass or pussy for a violent fucking by such a continuous flow of huge penises. She immediately had goose bumps, because something about it was really thrilling to Jaimie. But, then, the realization of her increasing perversity brought forth some feeling of shame and a more logical thought of safety.

"There are some other interesting optional duties, including small private parties and staffing other brothels that Kees owns. But we don't have time discuss them this evening. I have to get back over to my side." And, with that, she abruptly left the booth and started around the corner.

Jaimie was still back at the booth. She had decided that Slechts Groot was too much. Too much penis, too much sadism and too weird.

She was deeply thinking about how she might tell Kees, when she noticed that Kala had stopped instantly as she rounded the corner that led to the glass doors. She stayed frozen in that position for more than a few moments, then walked back over to Jaimie.

"Honey, you're on your own now." Said with an air of resignation, and with a tilt of her head towards the corner.

Jamie got up, walked around that corner, and looked straight into the faces of Roger and two other Slechts Groot members. It had not taken the men very long to guess where Jaimie was working. Then they donned sweat pants just to cross thru the corridor to Aardbei and find that 'beautiful black haired bitch'. It was Kala's worst calculation; these were the men who were waiting for Anna. They were unspent, full of vigor and cum.

Jaimie had just made the decision to not work at Slechts Groot, that it was too dangerous for her pussy and ass. And in the next instant, three of Slechts Groot's big and rough ones come to get her anyway. She never thought about leaving, and running to safety. Kees was not worthy of the combination of promise and dedication that Jaimie was about to display. She understood what she was normally supposed to do, and she would approach this extreme case exactly the same.

Her hand shook as she extended it to Roger. "Hello again, Roger."

He took her hand firmly. "Baby, I don't give up on something like you." He swung her around and, instead of taking her to a room, walked her toward the stage.

'Oh, my God. He wants to show off what he can do to me'

"Reading my mind?" And amidst the music and crowd noise, he leaned down to the level of her left ear, so she might hear clearly.

"I am very excited, and want you to know that I am going to try my hardest to punch that pussy right up through your mouth."

"Wha...?" This was not the message from a lover. This was the message from a special kind of sadist. Instead of beating a woman's outside flesh with whips, this man seemed to want to beat a woman from inside. She quickly looked up into his face.

He had a truly devilish smile, and nodded a yes, as in 'you're really gonna get it, kid'. He gripped her hand harder as they approached the stage. Everyone in the lounge had slowly become aware of the trip to the stage. Of course, they all knew Jaimie, and a very few knew Roger, or knew of him. Some staff and patrons were already moving toward the booths closest to the stage, because the growing consensus matched Roger's predictive nod, that she was 'really gonna get it'. And Jaimie was reviewing in her mind, her start at the club, the money, the regulars, her early shows, her original desire for big penises and her present dilemma of extreme perversion.

Jaimie a sensationalist? Yes, and thrill seeker. And just like it is for all the other types of sensationalist in this world, it is traveling down and surviving that thin border that is an ultimate task. In this case, the border was between sexual pleasure and sexual pain, even injury. It was that realm that provided the thrill. As Jaimie stepped upon the stage, she was in a state of fear that took her beyond thrill.

The instant that Roger got on the stage, he untied his sweat pants, and pulled them down and off. The crowd's response was just as immediate. Jaimie, and no doubt the proud Roger, could hear many comments: 'Jesus Christ!', 'Oh my...y God!', 'Mercy, mercy', 'No way', '...horse!', 'Oh, shit.', and general moans were clear. Less audible and/or in Dutch were ones like, 'Poor Jaimie' and 'He'll tear her up!'. Wild fantasy or not, one comment in Dutch, too low to be heard by either Roger or especially Jaimie, was, 'He's the one, remember? Next door. They purposefully got him an inexperienced teenager. And he REALLY fucked her to death!', and then were responses to that like 'Oh bullshit!', 'That is a very old braggart tale.'or a scornful 'Ha.'.

Too many ideas out in that audience to even begin to test them all. However, it was possible to test some of them. More than a few of the concepts, theories and tales were going to be tested right now...on Jaimie. When stepping up onto the stage, she had finally decided that Slechts Groot lived up to its name. There were some very 'big members' over there. Though used to the stage, tonight Jaimie turned to the lounge crowd and gave them a look that was equivalent to 'what the hell am I doing up here?!'. Then she looked over at Roger, was scanning her top to bottom, bottom to top. He spun her around so that her back was facing him, and began to slowly unzip her purple top. When he was done, he pulled it straight up and off of Jaimie, leaving her arms tangled in it. That had her reaching for the ceiling. When he got the top to her wrists, he paused and twisted the top tightly and, with his right hand, held it like a manacle. Under his arm, she looked just like a little puppet. He reached around to the front of her chest and felt up those pert 34B breasts. He began to play with them, reforming them, pulling on them, twisting her nipples, until she grimaced for him and the crowd. Then, he untwisted the top and took it over her hands and threw over to the corner of the stage. He stood back and looked at her body, and the remaining purple thong and purple high heels.

"I want you to pull off that thong. And when you do, that will show everyone here that you gave me a formal OK to use you."

Jaimie thought of how rich these guys were, how they made Kees and everyone snap to attention and of their general reputation over at Slechts Groot. For the first time in her life, she felt intimidated. She had played the SM game with quite a few clients. Of course, no one had been equipped like Roger was. A hope passed through her mind, that a lot of this was still play, that he would not be as rough as he acted. The next thought that passed through her mind was, that such hope was an alternate universe fantasy. So she did know better; even so, she began to reach for the sides of her thong. She paused after gripping them, and considered her options once again. Then, she quickly pulled them down and off, throwing them over where the top had landed. The crowd hooped and hollered and applauded. Jaimie turned to look at Roger. He was standing there stroking himself. His penis was as big as the one that she saw working on Anna. Maybe a tiny bit softer, but this had an unusually large head on it, sort of like Arend's (Mr. Doorknob). But, in this case, the doorknob shape was stuck on the end of 13 to 14 inches of thick shaft.

"My kinda girl.", nastily said while walking the nude Jaimie over to the mattress.

Kees had been called to the front by Kala. Instead of attempting even a minor intervention, he was now behind the counter turning on all the stage lights, just like he usually did for the 10 PM shows. Only this was 8:30 PM, and definitely not the regular show. Roger wanted Jaimie to lie down in missionary, with her pussy to the crowd. She did. He spread her legs, and then he spread her lips so the crowd could see the size and form of her opening. From her past experience, and without any warm up, she had a moderate gape and a ragged sheath around that gape. At this point, she was light pink in color. Kees's three white spotlights made all of this crystal clear.

Roger then grabbed some of the Vaseline that was always kept nearby. He poked several fingers of it into her pussy. Then he applied a generous amount to his shaft. He thought momentarily about starting with a more unusual position, then fell back to the missionary. He believed that everyone on earth knew what that was supposed to look like, when ordinary penises were going in and out of ordinary looking girls. Tonight, on stage, he was going to demo his mammoth device on a beautiful girl. And by doing that, he felt that the crowd would be able to see and appreciate how a truly overloaded missionary looks.

Jaimie looked down at her pussy, and saw that his knob was almost there. The next instant, it was deep inside her. She screamed, as much out of surprise as physical sensation. Roger was not going to hesitate. After only a few partial strokes, he began to bury it in her up to his balls. And then he just fucked her as hard as he could, slamming over 200 pounds behind each poke. He loved to see himself buried into such a pretty girl. Like so many guys who she had met, he just wanted to make changes in her. Unlike the other guys, he happened to be hung like a horse and fuck as fast as a dog. Between screams, her reaction was similar to Anna's, in that there were only simple ugh, uh, and squeal type sounds. The reaction was identical when it came to hearing the wind knocked right out of her mouth.

Her poor vagina had found that special track that it usually took with large penises. It was sort of threaded through her bowel, with its highest point in the space in front of the stomach. But Roger was determined to also make it go in other directions. Just like little guys used to do, he buried himself and then twisted and ground. In his case, with his penis, such twisting and grinding flipped her vagina all around and stretched out sections that normally were not affected. Were this the young inexperienced fantasy girl of the sacrificial story being told in the lounge, it really would be probable that Roger, just like in the story, would fuck her to death. In Jaimie's case, he was still getting off on tearing up a pussy. Even starting with her already stretched pussy, his size and action was just too much. Within 15 minutes of grinding, he had her vaginal opening ripped to a new size. This was done with several minor tears placed at points 'around the clock'. It was as if he was balancing the look and feel of her pussy on all sides.

A very strange thing began to happen. Roger was easing up. He stopped for a moment at his deepest. He looked down at Jaimie, who had a red face and perspiration all over her body. She eased up her breathing, taking advantage of the moment.

"You are one helluva tough chick. Real tough. Maybe we should keep you around." That admiration may have been a saving grace.

He went back to straight line fucking, built up and came. He thought that it was incredibly special that she was actually able to cum with him, even after such rough fucking. Within his macho 'kill with sex' mind, he developed an absurd decision about her being a worthy female sex warrior. Hey, remember to give this guy credit for being more than a little insane. If mommy complex, what the hell did a mother do to this kid anyway? Sick violent perversion or not, it just did not matter how he got to the decision to lighten up on Jaimie, only that he made that decision.